Nonetheless, I was sad for my son. Sad that he lived in a world where such ideas occurred to little boys at all.
I told my boyfriend, The Cowboy, about what Alexander had said about changing his name. The Cowboy has an English surname, in spite of his being an American of mostly German and (a little) Swedish heritage. (His last name came from his stepfather.) I didn’t know what to expect by way of reaction, but, as always, I got The Cowboy’s unbridled and honest opinion of why my child had come to such a conclusion.
“This is because of you,” he said.